Academy of Enid Kirkwood- Part 2.
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So as with the previous story, it continues in the same vein. All cast are over 18.
1 Friday Evening
Nelly lethargically brought the cigarette to her lips as she wearily leaned with her head back against the wooden panelled wall and pulled the smoke into her chest. She held the smoke in her lungs for the count of two, and then let the smoke drift slowly out her mouth. She was almost beyond too drunk for this. With her spare right hand, she checked with a squeeze that she had the important fresh just opened pack in her right breast pocket of her white uniform shirt. She smiled it was. The squeeze of left breast pocket confirmed what she thought, it was now sadly empty. The pack had been finished and crushed at tea, and then ceremonially dumped in the ashtray.
As her most recent plume of smoke drifted down the long empty hallway, she slowly licked her lips the drips of wine still present and smiled at the thoughts flowing through her day of drinking. It had as ever fuddled her brain as she pushed the practically fully consumed short butt hard against the metallic wall ashtray imbedded in the wall and then with effort levered herself off and just about avoided falling into the wall opposite.
Nelly then attempted to straighten herself out, adjusting her rather wet skirt and just about buttoned up shirt. Only a few long minutes ago she had just been finished pushing her plain broiled turkey and stodgy lightly roasted potatoes as a variation from chicken as it was 'nearly' Christmas, around the plate and occasionally successfully getting the fork and her mouth aligned as such that it let her chew on it and put some nutrients in her stomach.
She had then been sitting there for a few seconds attempting to concentrate on the all-important hot flame from her lighter. Which was whilst pleasing with its scorching warmth just in front of her nose, she found it funny in her tipsy mind just to watch it as it danced merrily in the rather gusting draughts of the room. As she watched the flame show in front of her, she had again distracted herself from effectively lighting her second post meal cigarette, as she whilst momentarily enjoying the rather warm and watery release that was occasionally splashing up tickling her inner thighs as her latest despatch from her urethra was splattering on both the floor and her heels and disappearing into the drain.
She tried to light her cigarette for a third time but just stopped the flame as Veronica had wobbled into her blurred periphery view in her ridiculously high strappy red high heels and her ever shortening short skirt. She had her ever-present cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other and had with a loud un-lady like burp rudely interrupted Nelly's flame spinning world and further delaying the rather imminent and pleasurable moment, she now rather urgently required. That need was feeding her lungs with the now really desired nicotine top up.
Nelly had removed her thumb and the hot flame instantly disappeared from her nose, she felt almost cold for a second with her wet thigh and buttocks and no lit cigarette, but as the world continued swaying side to side dancing its merry go-around she did not care. What did not help was that Veronica was wobbling left and right on her heels, so it made it for a difficult for a sensible conversation to focus on. However, between hungry long cheek hollowing drags on her own cigarette Veronica informed her that Miss Hunter wanted to see her shortly in her private residence for a little evening chat. This was rather surprising news, if not a little confusing which made it all very daunting for the very drunk Nelly, as she had only ever had meetings in Miss Hunters office in the morning, when they were both much nearer to being vertical and very much closer to being sober and she had normally not just that minute pissed on the floor.
She had never had the privilege to go to that far corner of the building. She agreed with Veronica that she would go, and confirmed four times, much to the now irate Veronica, who demolished her wine glass in one go due to the frustration, exactly what was required.
With panic setting in her priority was lighting the cigarette she had been her lips, followed by the next two hurriedly smoked, but very calming and required cigarettes. They had briefly sorted her lungs out. However, she realised that she had finished her first pack of the day, and then emptying her glass of crisp chardonnay wine in the dining room, Nelly had then then pulled and tugged at her damp skirt and untangled her legs from the table wobbled her way down the hallway, all the way there all on her own without falling over-which was an achievement in itself.
She lifted her head off the wall again gently coughed, she hated that she almost continually coughed now. She shook herself and grimaced as she licked her lips with anticipation and then let go of the door frame staggered slightly rather uncontrollably to her left and right as shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot before re-grabbing the door frame for vertical support.
There was then a deeper cough grated through the door, then an echoing a click, then a pause, then Miss Hunter's gravelly voice again boomed "Enter!".
With one last glance at her chest, Nelly fiddled to put one of higher buttons of her flimsy practically translucent standard issue white blouse back together again. Which after much twiddling for what felt like an eternity she let go and then it instantly undid on a combination of her uncoordinated fingers and the weight of the pack along with her unsupported breasts pushing against the fabric. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders as she leaned forward as she pressed the handle on the door to Miss Hunters private accommodation down and practically fell into the room as her drunk legs did not move as requested.
Nelly looked around the room for the first time, trying to work out what was going on, it was dated dark wood panelled room, the heavy and dark green curtains were drawn across the large floor to ceiling windows, the hot fire was burning brightly pushing out pleasant heat from the large hearth in a central position in the wall, and Miss Hunter with her greying hair all done up in a messy bun on top of her head. She was sprawled out on the large brown leather reclining chair completely unabashedly naked, her clothes where in a dishevelled wet pile on the floor below her chipped, blue painted toes.
"Hello, err, Nelly, please make yourself comfortable, the heating is on, and the fire is going, it's far too cold out there! Please relax."
"Thanks, miss." Nelly staggered into the room.
"Please don't wobble around on ceremony, sit or if you prefer fall down, I know I often do!" she stifled a giggle whilst waving her hand across the room the smoke from the cigarette between her fingers spinning in every direction as her fingers move through the air as pointed towards the second large reclining chair, with grey smoke still billowing out of her badly done, overly bright red lipstick covered lips, contrasting against her overly brown aged teeth. She unsteadily pointed with her cigarette hand dropping ash in the process, in the vague direction of the kitchen, and where the bathroom was for only real bowel or gut moving emergencies and where importantly the wine and cigarettes were beside her and that they really didn't need to move anywhere further than the chair for the evening, as she certainly didn't intend to.
Nelly laughed and suggested that in her current state that it was great idea to sit still as she looked again at Miss Hunter sitting with her huge soft sagging breasts resting on top of an equally bulging belly and greying whiskers between her thighs twisting long and clearly visible, and then back at the empty chair beside her, she smiled as tugged twice on her damp skirt that eventually then flipped up from under her buttocks, so the elastic was now riding high up near her waist as was meant to be their sitting procedure and effectively fell back and groaned slightly in shock as her bare bottom collided against the cool leather sofa. Without asking permission she pulled a cigarette and lighter out from her pack on her left-hand side. She leaned forward into the flame and with a brief heave on the filter soon filled her lungs, and then exhaled an equally grey smoke. "Hiya, mish!" she finally said with smiled a little tipsily and looked back at Miss Hunter.
